maggiore vita

the world will not long mourn the humble dead

those who have built the cities we don't see

we barely thought that they deserved their bread

so easy to class gold right in with lead

we praise in turn each sacred appointee

the world will not long mourn the humble dead

those long defeats they met without much dread

and bowed before both kings and bourgeoisie

we barely thought that they deserved their bread

instead we lie back in our soft warm bed

and laugh at those who have to bend the knee

the world will not long mourn the humble dead

not long enough to know just who had bled

and fallen just so far as to agree

we barely thought that they deserved their bread

the answers are kept hidden in each head

by minds that have been lost in the dark sea

the world will not long mourn the humble dead

we barely thought that they deserved their bread

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister